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Drinking is an emotional thing. It joggles you out of the standardism of everyday life, out of everything being the same. It yanks you out of your body and your mind and throws you against the wall. I have the feeling that drinking is a form of suicide where you're allowed to return to life and begin all over the next day. It's like killing yourself, and then you're reborn. I guess I've lived about ten or fifteen thousand lives now.

and our few good times will be rare because we have the critical sense and are not easy to fool with laughter

Your writing, she said to me, it's so raw. It's like a sledgehammer, and yet it has humor and tenderness. . . .

yes, Wagner and the storm intermix with the wine as nights like this run up my wrists and up into my head and back down into the gut

that your power of command with simple language was one of the magnificent things of our century. (from the poem: result)

when I drive the freeways I see the soul of humanity of my city and it's ugly, ugly, ugly: the living have choked the heart away.

LSD, yeah, the big parade – everybody's doin' it now. Take LSD, then you are a poet, an intellectual. What a sick mob. I am building a machine gun in my closet now to take out as many of them as I can before they get me.

Man is the victim of an environment which refuses to understand his soul.

Love is alright for those who can handle the psychic overload. It's like trying to carry a full garbage can on your back over a rushing river of piss!!

When Ginsburg is at the top of his game you might as well put down your toys and listen.

they thought that writing had something to do with the politics of the thing. they were simply not crazy enough in the head to sit down to a typer and let the words bang out. they didn't want to write they wanted to succeed at writing.

I was simply the target of their discontent and in some real sense they blamed me for not being able to rouse them out of a failed past; what they didn't consider was that I had my troubles too—most of them caused by simply living with them.

SHUT THAT GOD-DAMNED THING OFF!" there was a soldier in the next room living with his wife and he would soon be going over there to protect me from Hitler so I snapped the radio off and then heard his wife say, "you shouldn't have done that." and the soldier said, "FUCK THAT GUY!" which I thought was a very nice thing for him to tell his wife to do. of course, she never did.

she was consumed by 2 simple things: despair, loneliness; and oh 2 more: youth and beauty

I have seen dogs with more style than men, although not many dogs have style. Cats have it with abundance.

MR. JONSTONE IS A FINE MAN! Don't be silly. He's an obvious sadist, I said.

Well, if the funeral was mine I'd have to be on time. If the wedding was mine it would be my funeral." I was always quick with the mouth. I would never learn.

There is nothing quite like the expectancy of the beginning writer, unless it is the conceit of the successful one.

Lady death was ecstatic, that's all, ecstatic. She looked truly beautiful all over.

THEN MY DESK phone rang and I awakened.

Fay had grey hair and always dressed in black. She said she was protesting the war.

Suicide? Jesus Christ, just more work. I felt like sleeping for five years but they wouldn't let me.

I don't write out of knowledge. When the phone rings I too would like to hear words that might ease some of this. That's why my number's listed.

I'm not a guru. I wish you wouldn't pose these things at me, man. Ask me about women or something.